Poor Z is now Bob
Visiting my daughter and her family is always an adventure. We never plan anything—just chaos with a GPS. We went to Union Station. Gorgeous building. They’ve restored it to its original grandeur. People were taking graduation photos, quinceaƱera photos, prom pictures… Meanwhile, I’m standing there like, “We need a family group.” We ate at Harvey’s. Fried chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans—$14 a plate. Gigantic portions. I’m like, who eats this much .” My son-in-law Rob—he’s a natural comedian. I asked him to take a family picture. This man turned into Ansel Adams on crack. He’s crouching, rolling on the ground, twisting the phone like it’s a Nikon with a $5,000 lens. Even the security guard came over, staring like, “Do I arrest him, or just get in line for headshots?” Later at home, my grandson Z wanted to play Sequence. After three games, he loses focus. I said: “Hey Travis, Montana Michael—whatever your name is, kid, your tu...